"I call those the 'boot camp rooms,' because if you can get any of those people to listen, then you've done something good." — Cary comedian Mello Mike Miller

In one of the best productions I've seen in recent years at Raleigh Little Theatre, what playwright Arthur Miller effectively anatomizes is not an American mistake. It could be considered the American mistake.

Three kinds of novels can really give you the chills. One describes a path you might easily have taken. A second depicts one you actually took, in the past. The third? It shows the road you're on.

Though Ala al-Din (aka Aladdin) appears briefly in University Theatre's production of The Arabian Nights, the tales adapted from the classic work are more ribald than anything you'd find in a Disney film.

At its best, Leaving Iowa captures that weird combination of Stockholm syndrome and excitement that comes when one remembers an old family vacation.

One is a fiction feature from Israel; the other is a documentary about a Tokyo sushi chef. The dissimilarities end there. Both films feature an aging father and a middle-aged son, and both depict the lifelong obsession of the older man and the pitfalls of passing the torch to his heir.